The two let out a sigh of annoyance in unison. They got off from leaning on the wall and stood up straight. The Deathwatch sheathed his Blade of Caliban, while the Khornate Berzerker sheathed his Chainaxe. The Deathwatch crossed his arms, revealing his other arm, which was were one would look to determine ones Chapter. But the Space Marine's right arm was completely black. He was a Black Shield, a member of Deathwatch who severed all ties to their previous Chapter. This was done out of great dishonor, or some other unknown reasons. "Look. I don't recognize your Chapter. Which means you're fairly new to the Imperium. So let me get something between you guys. You can go along and worship your corpse all you want, but don't make the same mistakes a Black Templar did. Because he ended up having his arm impaled through his shoulder because I don't fancy treating a half-dead man as a god. This revelation led me to my good friend here." He gestured to the Berzerker, who looked bored. "So I'm going to ask you kindly, to -blam!- off."